her eyes were closed
her body glows
she sees herself
in full detail
and blushes
from the scrutiny
with every flaw
redeeming me
to all avail.
And seemingly,
she loves this person
she has been, and
she could be. The best one
in my life, exploring
scenery and slipping back
behind the drops to cop
the moment feelingly.
And actually, we
fit so well we can't
sit, lie, fly still as
swaying, clapping
gonging bell.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, August 17, 2020
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